SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCVI
12:49
AM-EDST-OCTOBER 24, 2012
WEDNESDAY
BOTBAR AFTERNOON, SUPER
TEOHIV/TMCEAM/MORPRO
NO
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
STARTING
BLOG:
MY
EVIL VICIOUS WOWO ENEMY IS ALIVE AND WELL. I cannot go
into all details, but I straightened out the shit with the two
telephone messages and fell asleep right afterward around quarter
past nine. At 12:30 on the nose, the STEREO
NEXT DOOR blasted me out for about ten minutes. It is not
loud, it is blasted intentionally at a maximum level, just to pick on
me. I have lived around those who play music and loudly, but never
have I been around anyone who blasts at top volume for 5-15 minutes
and 90%+ of the time, it commences at half past some hour, right on
the mother fucking minute. Someone has paid off these sick diseased
mother fuckers to persecute and harass me, so I must brave up and
file charges. Normally, most places want you to report shit, but this
place seems to operate on a screw ball mentality all its own. It was
these fucking rotten dirt bags last night after-all, slamming doors
at three and four and five in the morning, shaking the place with
that attack as well, somehow however, it was made to sound as though
it was not coming from them, but they have been home all along,
welfare fucking rat bastards never work or go anywhere except each
others apartments day and night, this is so bad here, that I am
counting down my time, as come the third of November, my disability
money comes in and I will be on my way into Mexico and out of this
mother fucking clit chewing ass Florida and its many fucking enemies
from NEW YORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Needless
to say that before I blogged this, I payed the quantum roulette
against these cunt lapping mother fucking crude vulgar shit heads,
and only two quick games, they of course won hard with a +5 followed
by a +3. If I played for real, I would be 800 dollars ahead using
this powerful new tool.
I
cannot win with these jerk offs around me. I even called the
Bonjovi's and left a message that I will not be doing anything with
the YBCO song, before I went to bed and after straightening out the
other two messes that were just oversights and errors, one having to
do with my pharmacy and the other the peeps who handle my auto loan.
It is always something with me, they never ever fucking cunt leave me
the shit alone.
Police
Department of Fort Pierce, be looking for me soon, I will be coming
over to sign a complaint against #608 peeps in this building across
from me, as I was told to do by the Building Manager, Mizz Debbie
Morato!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, at least it is not
Misses Marola and I am not in 1969. If you look hard enough, some
positive is always staring me in the face, it seems as each fucking
cunt day passes however, I do need to look all the harder to find it,
but it's there, and as I gleaned from my kid's movie from the early
days of the century, it could always be worse. Well, the recurring
dreams of schools in Jersey and knife fights in Florida, looks like
not only the light-switch is cosmically destined to break all over
me, so I will get ready to bleed out and die and the cops can then
investigate my ruthless fucking cold blooded murder. Unfortunately,
will the right peeps ever go away, Dawn-Marie
King?????????????????????? Guess forgetting you sweetie is gonna be a
life long mission goal for me, if possible at all, same thing for my,
teacher? Hmm. Well, lots of powerful stories have been done in
Hollywood about these things from quantum Leap to the great old 1968
tony and Doug, TIME TUNNEL. I sure wish this was all just fantasy,
only to see that what I am dealing fucking with is not, you need to
click here, good folks, while I have yet to be stabbed and die in the
soon to follow knifing, as this is all the same to see, you know, the
skies and the flies and the dirt balls next door, and trying to deal
with all of this now or later on. A shame
how DONALD SCUM BAG TRUMP always gets his way, sooner or
later, and then on top of that, he got rid of the only thing that he
had to fear, one particular thing out of Victoria's Twilight Zone,
that could destroy this vile and despicable monster from the puts of
twisted and diseased fucking hell, the tape that created his persona
in the first place, as didn't any of you out here ever notice how he
just popped onto the scene one day like out of one of those
television shows where someone creates an identity and comes alive
suddenly out of nowhere? I am the dude who he used to get him here,
and now, he will murder me. Funny old world with or without all of
the fucking cock stroking silly old dogs on the planet. I knew right
along but I fought it just like my mother used to play her head games
that I was so much against back in the nineties and so often told her
that, and then I go and do the very same pot and fucking kettle thing
up here in the fucking cunt lapping ass future, what a fucking cunt
ass hypocrite I seem to be on this one BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One night in the summer time of 2009, while under Stockholm
Kidnapping at Dawn and Ann's home, owned by FBI
AGENT STEVE CARUSO, of Austin, Texas; I was at my
security job at the DEEZY SLIM CIFALOGLIO NEVER LKED ME PLANT OF
FOLSOM IN NEW JERSEY YO, and happened to be listening to a karaoke
tape I had made a while back on another guard post in Pennsylvania
called ROADWAY TRUCKING, at Highway #309 and County Line Road; and
this tape had two different sing along versions with me, and my song
from nightmare 1986, called, “REAL GOOD
GIRL”, and normally I played only one side of this
tape and then rewound it for another use at another time. But the
system in the car that plays cassette tapes has a feature called,
“Auto-Reverse” so at the end of the one side playing, unless
stopped or rewound, it would just begin to play the flip side. The
never played flip side had the version of the song where the very
start of the tape was not cut off in its first two seconds as was the
case with the side normally played. This side had the original
introduction of me quickly saying the word “MY” on the tape,
right before the drums and cymbals began to play. This night was the
beginning of my memories coming back on many powerful items. This was
also a night that just as with August in 1986 originally, I wish had
never mother fucking happened.
For now, I
AM ENDING THIS BLOG!!!!!!!!!!
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